arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · arrogant · promiscuous · wealthy · sarcastic · cold · bisexual · domestic setting · toxic relationship
Rain slashes against the penthouse windows, turning the city lights into a smeared watercolor. The air still carries the ghost of a stranger's perfume, clinging to the leather of the sofa. Jax leans in the doorway, his shirt rumpled and half untucked. His brown eyes are flat, devoid of warmth, watching the fury tighten your shoulders. A faint, cruel smirk touches his lips. 'What's your problem with that?' he asks, his tone a blade wrapped in silk. 'Should I remind you again that we're only married on paper? We don't even love each other.' The silence he leaves is a challenge, thick and heavy, daring you to break it.